Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.